There is a man I love who doesn’t really understand. There is a man I love, who doesn’t even know the affect his presence has in the world. When he walks someone looks, when he talks someone listens, when he breathes someone holds theirs. It is that young man that is too easy to fall in love with that makes us forget what is real or a dream. It is his smile that makes it seem impossible to frown. It’s in his mystery that I keep searching for clues. It is in his honesty that I find hope in human kind. He will never know that when the sun rises I am me because of him. And he will never know that when I sleep I can tell him everything that I am not brave enough to say. But it is to his face that I can say I love you. How I got here I will never really know, how it goes will only reveal itself in time, but in this moment when I think of this man who seems to good to be true, I realize it is in fact, true. True love in the most cliche and beautiful form. True in the emotions that you cannot create words for. True in the man who doesn’t really understand that someone could love him this much.
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